Hypocrisy

Theoron covered his cheek and gritted his teeth. "They're all here. It's going to be all over. I came to take you away. Come with me."

"No, you come with me. My father promised that he'll let us marry." Catherine held his collar and shook him violently

Theoron slumped down on the soft and plush blue carpet. Catherine sat in front of him, holding his hand and looking into his eyes with intense emotions.

He knew what the problem was. This wasn't working. They couldn't convince each other. Theoron had no evidence for the things he said. His mind was clearly tampered with and even any truth-detection treasures wouldn't help.

Without enough evidence, it's foolish to expect Catherine to run away with him. If he went out in public and slandered Lord Jorand, he'd be the one treated as a lunatic and captured.

No one with a sound mind would actually think a Province could ever win against a Duchy.